To A Bed of Tulips
Poem by Robert Herrick
Bright Tulips, we do know
You had your coming hither,
And fading time does show
That ye must quickly wither.
Your sisterhoods may stay,
And smile here for your hour;
But die ye must away,
Even as the meanest flower.
There is a third verse to the poem but I didn't add it. I thought is was neat to find a poem about tulips that was written by an ancestor. Although I think Robert Herrick had some deeper meaning that my un-poetic mind can not seem to figure out.
Hope you enjoyed the poem and photo's.
G.G.
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